I had a philosophy professor who was the quintessential eccentric philosopher. His disheveled appearance was highlighted by a well-worn tweed sport coat and poor-fitting thick glasses, which often rested on the tip of his nose. Every now and then, as most philosophy professors do, he would go off on one of those esoteric and existential“what’s the meaning of life” discussions. Many of those discussions went nowhere, but there were a few that really hit home. This was one of them:
“Respond to the following questions by a show of hands